[Okay. Okay, so... Dean wanted it. And Sam was trying to deal with any nervousness he felt because he wanted this too... daunting as it was. He reached, fumbling for the bottle of lube Dean had brought in. First things first... he coated his fingers with the slick substance. He didn't have to be a genius to know to start off... smaller, see if Dean could even handle it, even liked it.]

[Or maybe he already had some kind of experience -- but Sam wasn't going to think about it. He couldn't even meet Dean's eyes right now as he lowered a hand between their bodies, between Dean's legs to seek out that tight ring of muscle tentatively.] Just - tell me if you want me to stop or if it's not good or...

[Well, anything. Hurting Dean wasn't something he wanted to do.]